Outside the hospital, in a large tree.
One person looked at the photos in his camera with disgust: "Damn it, what bad luck. They were having a meeting and opened the door, bringing an assistant too. I waited for two hours and got nothing."
The man grumbled as he jumped down from the tree and left, finding a secluded spot.
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"Miao Miao, why are you back?" Cui Mantong looked at Fang Miao Miao standing at the door, a little surprised, and asked, "It's so early. Why aren't you resting well in the hospital?"
"The doctor said I'm recovering quickly and don't need to stay in bed."
"Move a little?"
Fang Miao Miao moved.
"You child, I told you to move, and you moved?" Cui Mantong was startled by her movement, "Come in quickly."
"I'm really fine," Fang Miao Miao said, finding it amusing how carefully Cui Mantong was helping her.
"I know you're fine, but I'm worried," Cui Mantong mumbled, her mind filled with the image of Fang Miao Miao's bloody appearance that day.
"Thank you, my Mantong jie."
Cui Mantong sighed, "Are you still going to film today?"
Fang Miao Miao nodded, "Yes, I'll go with you to observe. If possible, I don't want to delay the crew's schedule."
"You, you," Cui Mantong tapped Fang Miao Miao's head, "Alright, we'll go together."
In the past few days without Miao Miao, Fang Yan Huan had been exceptionally smug, even arguing with Director Chen, trying to reduce Miao Miao's demanding scenes.
Fang Miao Miao raised an eyebrow.
"Seeing her smug face these past few days makes me think about conspiracy theories."
Fang Miao Miao quickly shook her head at Cui Mantong, "Mantong jie, you can't say that."
"I know. Otherwise, I wouldn't just say it to your face."
When the two arrived at the set by car, Chen Tian Ming was meticulously inspecting the props.
"Miao Miao?" Chen Tian Ming thought he was hallucinating when he saw Fang Miao Miao, "Why are you back without notice? How are your injuries?"
"My injuries aren't serious. The doctor said I can come back to work," Fang Miao Miao said with a smile, doing a little turn. "See?"
"Take it easy, take it easy," Chen Tian Ming said, watching her move, afraid she was in pain. "So, you're ready to continue filming?"
"Yes, I can't delay too long."
"Miao Miao jie, why are you back?"
Cui Mantong looked at Fang Yan Huan's noticeably stiff face with a half-smile, "What, are you surprised to see Miao Miao back?"
"How could I be?" Fang Yan Huan forced a smile, "I just thought Miao Miao jie was seriously injured and should rest a few more days in the hospital. Otherwise, if this gets out..."
"What if it gets out?" Cui Mantong interrupted Fang Yan Huan impatiently, "Will it make Director Chen seem heartless for making Miao Miao work with injuries, or what?"
Fang Yan Huan looked nervously at Chen Tian Ming and waved her hands, "Director Chen, you know I didn't mean it that way."
"Alright, alright, hurry up and get your makeup done. Since Miao Miao is back, the plot will proceed as originally planned, just adjust the action sequences."
"Director Chen."
Chen Tian Ming felt a headache coming on as Fang Yan Huan stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes, "Is there anything else?"
"It's just, for the post-apocalyptic plot, aren't the main parts people watch the fight scenes? Would it be okay to simplify the martial arts movements like this?"
Chen Tian Ming: "..."
He had been in the industry for over thirty years, and this was the first time he had encountered someone as difficult as Fang Miao Miao. Her thought process was baffling.
"That's my concern. You just focus on your own part, understand?"
Fang Yan Huan quickly nodded and hurried towards the temporary makeup room.
Chen Tian Ming scratched his head, confused, "Was my expression that fierce just now?"
Cui Mantong and Fang Miao Miao both shook their heads.
"Then, with her reaction, I thought I must have been very fierce."
"Not fierce, not fierce."
Cui Mantong took Fang Miao Miao's hand, "Well, Director Chen, we're going to get our makeup done now. You prepare slowly."
Watching them leave without looking back, Chen Tian Ming rolled his eyes, "You all, check the props carefully, especially the ground and the wires. After we finish shooting, I'll treat you to a meal."
If this scene had any more problems, he wouldn't know what to do.
"Miao Miao jie, have you been following the trending searches lately?"
"I'm sorry, I've been busy recovering and memorizing scripts lately and haven't had time to check trending searches. According to what Yan Huan jie said, you've been memorizing your script very well lately, so that's great. Let's try to get it done in one go and make up for the lost time."
Fang Yan Huan's smile froze, "What did you just call me?"
"Yan Huan jie," Fang Miao Miao said, looking at Fang Yan Huan's stiff, slightly angry face through the mirror, and smiled even more brightly, "What? Did I call you the wrong name? That shouldn't be the case. In the entertainment industry, you're my senior, so calling you jie should be fine, right?"
"No, no problem," Fang Yan Huan suppressed her anger, "However, your acting is quite good now. Keep it up, and maybe you'll win a Best Supporting Actress award."
Fang Yan Huan emphasized the word "supporting."
"Is that so? Then I must work hard. After all, even with Yan Huan jie's hard work, she's still a distance away from that position. However, I believe Director Chen. Under Director Chen's guidance, sister will definitely get closer to that position."
Fang Yan Huan's face turned from green to red, "Could you please hurry? I need to go discuss the plot with Director Chen."
Makeup artist: "..."
She was just a small makeup artist, and she was getting caught in the crossfire?
She took a deep breath and smiled, "Yan Huan jie, there's still a bit here on your neck that needs covering."
"My neck is perfectly fine, no need to cover anything," Fang Yan Huan interrupted the makeup artist impatiently, "My skin is naturally flawless, no need for so much fuss."
The makeup artist hesitated, "But..."
"No 'buts.' I think it's perfect, that's it."
Fang Yan Huan said this and, without waiting for the makeup artist's reply, stood up and left.
She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would be unable to resist slapping Fang Miao Miao. Why didn't she die when she fell from such a height? Even if she didn't die, being crippled would have been fine.
That person was useless. She couldn't even do such a small thing well. No wonder she had been in the entertainment industry for so long and only achieved minor fame. She deserved it.
"Why are you here?" Fang Yan Huan asked, her impatience not entirely gone upon seeing the newcomer.
"I..."
Compared to before, Fei Qing Qing's complexion was very pale, and she looked listless. "I heard Fang Miao Miao is back."
Fang Yan Huan's expression stiffened, and she scrutinizingly looked Fei Qing Qing up and down, "Yes, she's getting her makeup done inside. What do you want?"